Louis Logic, Celph Titled - Revenge!!! lyrics

First and foremost
I got to figure out what hurts the whore most
Before we show up at this nigga's house
We can rip him out the drivers seat
Pin him down
Grab the hag and jam a rag in her mouth
Wrap some string around her wrists
And tie her feet
You guys toss her in the back of the van
I'll be smackin' her man with
The back of my hand
But that's just half of the plan
I can't believe this fuckin snake used
To pass as my fam come up and shake my hand
Like it wasn't fake, damn
You take the van to my
Cousin's place in the countryside
Celph and Christian
I want you guys to help me lump this guy
We'll beat his ass within half
An inch of his life and fuck him up
Just enough to make his mother cry
Then we'll leave the punk beside town square
Tied to a street pole
So people see his lump behind out bare
We'll come and ride out where
This slutty flirt leads to
Strip her down to her birthday suit
Last but not least
Drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her
Where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?

Holy shit, dude he's bleeding a lot
I ain't no doctor, but he ain't movin
I can't see if he's breathin or not

Yo nevermind
Y'all just need to stop and check his signs
Feel his neck, and find his
Pulse, if he dies, we're gettin time
(Guys, what? We were only
Supposed to scare him) yo shut the fuck up
(The cops are gonna bust us man
His family knows my parents)

This niggas dead, I know his mother too
That bitch is overbearin i need a cigarette
(Take some fuckin' Nicorette
Lou we killed a guy)
Yo stop sayin that, maybe he's still alive
(Someone try CPR, he'll survive)
(What do we do?)

Cut 'em up, package him
Dig a hole and leave this faggot upstate
(Oh that's just great
We're all gonna end up in a cell)
Or in the chair, you whiny bitch
But, you'll love it in hell
Christ, he fuckin stinks
He dumped on himself, this nigga's smellin

Give me the switchblade from the trunk
We'll make two stitches fit his well and
A ditch made for just one
(We're fuckin triple felons)

We got to get this job done
Before any more cars come
We'll go meet up with Arson and
Take care of the bitch
Giftwrapped in a sinsack and dump
The pair in a ditch

Uhh, dispatch this is Car 51
Possible 1-8-7 suspects loading
Bags shaped like body parts in a trunk
(Yo it's the fuckin' cops)

This is Car 51 requesting backup
We are in pursuit
Of three suspects in a gold Honda Accord
PA license plate bravo David Sally 81 28
Possible 187, repeat possible 187
Requesting backup

Come on out, we got the area surrounded
With SWAT teams around it and
You're going downtown kid
Sit down bitch, we ain't goin no place
Move again, i'll slash your whole face off
With this cold blade

Just get a chopper and lots of money
Before I chop this honey's head off
It's too late when the
Scene has gotten bloody

A lager, and don't bother tryin to make
Me wait for years
I got a taste for smearin' blood
Plus I need a pack of smokes
So we don't slaughter
Hold the pigs or I'mma slash your throat
Stop screamin, bitch
I'll give you somethin to cry about

Affirmative, target hit
He's on the ground lyin' down
SWAT Team move in
Sargeant turn those sirens down